"Little Chenxia, what's wrong? Why are you looking so down? Is something bothering you?"
Liu Qingxia noticed that Little Chenxia's demeanor today was quite unusual; normally, at this time, Little Chenxia would already be sleepy and wanting to go to bed.
However, tonight, she seemed weighed down with heavy thoughts, hanging her head low, lost in a daze.
"Mom, is Uncle Qingfeng really a bad person? Why did he deceive Little Chenxia?"
"He's dead now, a lot of bad people are dead."
Little Chenxia whispered.
When Liu Qingxia heard what Little Chenxia said, she was stunned.
She had been busy dealing with Sect affairs recently and was not aware of this matter, so she asked further:
"How did Uncle Qingfeng die? How did those bad people die?"
"They were killed by the Little Demon Wolf; Uncle Qingfeng, he lied to me."
Little Chenxia spoke with a hint of sadness, clearly unhappy.
